So Near. Yet So Far In Qatar.
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On another day…an able Kane
Could have, would have won the game
After all a second pen? Is a cinch, a cert, a doddle?
Alas, the England skipper blew his chance,
Of extra time against a fast-fading France,
To join the ranks of; Southgate, Pearce and Waddle.
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Should we spare a thought for Harry Kane?
When it’s his fault, we’re out o’ The World Cup?
What a load o’ absolute bleeding twaddle
An able Kane’ll soldier on to seek great fame
Midst the ranks of Southgate, Pearce and Waddle.
On our plasma screens…as the face of Pizza Hut.
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